Be An English Major, poem

I typically don’t do a lot of poetry, but here is a prompt response to #feministbookchallange #secondsex https://wp.me/p7VIYa-5xD

Broken, I am the second sex.

I sit

In a professor’s office knit.

He’s a man who can open doors by closing you in.
My eyes look down towards my shirt’s firm fit.
Bent and frustrated he tells me again

That I should be an English Major, he’ll help me in

It’s just a sweet nothing sin…

He knows people.
I could be someone
I could be big.
But how big can I get if I’m under him?

Turning the door knob and looking away.

With borrowed strength I remembered outweighed:

That while Eve came of Adam, Lilith was cut from his same clay

Not less or more, we are the same
I won’t rent or sell my core within
Steadfast against man’s original sin.

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